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Post by foolishheart on Aug 3, 2008 12:15:37 GMT -5
IT'S HARD AS STEEL AND TOO COLD TO SNOW LOCKED WITHIN THESE WALLS OF FLESH AND BLOOD. ALONE. WHERE THE DEMONS YOU BATTLE ARE ONLY YOURSELF.
OUTSIDE THE SUN STILL SHINES AND THE MOON STILL WAXES AND WANES, BUT INSIDE THE HARDEST SOLITUDE THE SELF STILL REMAINS.
ABOVE THE AMPLITUDE OF SHATTERED SILENCE RESPLENDENT HOPE AND REASON RESIDE, ALL OF THIS IN THE MIND OF MAN, AN ILL DEFINED AQUAINTENCE ABIDES... SELF. "HI, I'M CATIE."
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Post by annbkeller on Aug 7, 2008 4:53:54 GMT -5
When I read this, I had the image of a woman kneeling in the middle of a cold, concrete cell. Loneliness is its own prison, isn't it?
Ann B. Keller
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Post by shelleya on Aug 16, 2008 5:11:18 GMT -5
A very good write. Heartfelt. Introspective. Vivid descriptives. You express your feelings so well in this piece. Good imagery, flow and tone. Good word choice, nice alliteration and assonance. Deep expression of emotion. Well penned closing lines.
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